My Lost Episode

 

 

I didn’t think twice when I saw it

The end of the season and the ritual incomplete

But you both had always been each other’s nemesis

What else would be new

So let’s see what a new season brings

Though I’m growing weary of the same routine

That wearing thin schtick

But

When I saw this episode in the towel I threw

I threw in the towel on watching anymore

Nine seasons would suffice

Actually more than enough

He could have died

Let it be written let it be done

Let it be

The demon made human

Interesting could have been his life

If the producers wanted to push it so

I wouldn’t have cared

Wanting him dead more times than I could count

In the way a demon dies

Relief and release

It should have ended and for me it did

You could have gone back to that place

The boys home

And to the one you’d fallen in love with

At sweet 16

Enough turmoil had passed for you to live your dream

Now was your time

And the series could have ended in dignity

As far as I knew

My opinion as such

But seasons march on

Without me

I’ve seen enough

 

 

Hypnagogic Or Am I ‘Nopompic

 

Getting ready to relax this ran through my head:

 

When you wish upon a star, it doesn’t matter how close or far

Or what you do, your dream comes true

But what about if you choose stand tall

And decide to wish on nothing at all

Or not to wish but ride life’s call

And vow to topple every wall

And stand against another’s thrall

Should there be no wish and your dream’s all you

What would happen, will you rise or fall?

 

So I guess there’s no sleeping yet and I wonder if I can rewrite it so everything doesn’t rhyme. I hate it when that happens. Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme all the time… for heaven’s sake listen to me.

 

Let’s see.

Aaarrgh!

 

When you wish upon a star, it doesn’t matter how close or far

 

We don’t really know where they are in proximity to earth but we can see them

Indicating a clear night leading into a clear day

But will we have clear thought

There’s something

Maybe the rhyming will be broken up if I talk people to death

Unless our pets learn how to read

Or a wild animal finds pieces of newspaper flying around

They’ll read it too

There are secret lives we don’t know about

We can’t necessarily see

 

Or what you do, your dream comes true

 

In the movies they do when magical things happen

But just ask Hume about that

If it happens then it’s natural not magical

Just an every day occurrence you know

 

Anyway

 

But what about if you choose stand tall

And decide to wish on nothing

Ok, so remove ‘at all’ and that changes but doesn’t hurt its flow

What’d’ya know

There I go

Again

 

Or not to wish but ride life’s calling

Let the tune it plays fill you

And vow to topple every obstruction but it’s not if you don’t dwell on it

Or perceive it so

And stand against another’s thrall

What one does to talk you out of who you are

Take that twinkle-twinkle

Should there be no wish and your dream’s all you

What would happen, will you rise or fall

When you refuse to wish

 

Yeah, that’s it

But that’s not all

 

My goodness it’s hopeless. I guess it was meant to rhyme in spite of my best intentions. Looking at the salt lamp’s reflection against the table lamp behind it, the figure on the wall resembles a bat, cat’s ears forming the wings but the head is too narrow resembling a perch to rest on like a gargoyle overlooking a city from on high. Something’s off, but as long as it doesn’t start flapping I’m good with it. Luckily the sky is getting light so it’s too late for any manifestations. Interesting, the shadow is more defined, your final hurrah old friend? Be that as it may, you’ll fade soon enough and I’m making another coffee then watching the clouds gather for the brewing storm, the shapes and colors they’ll form. No sun will be shining today.

 

Damn.

It is hopeless…

 

 

 

 

Could Be A Novel

 

Oh my poor scrambled brains!

 

‘You want me to give you my groceries? For real, my groc… You want to take the fruit I bought this morning for my babies at the day care? What are you going to do sell them on the street for a fix? Are you serious?’ At this point she hadn’t seen the blade that in his mind he was proudly brandishing. He knew he must be scaring her to death.

 

‘You talk too much’ he’d said.

 

‘No one’s ever said that to me before. I’m usually pretty quiet.’ Bantering back flowed with too much ease though she should’ve been scared, shouldn’t she have been (‘the ongoing question’ ran quickly through her mind)?

 

He took a step forward to take a slash, ‘a knife…’ but she crouched down in a move that’s only done in the movies, stuck her foot out, swiped his ankle and he fell on his backside, ‘good night’, as the knife bounced out of his hand far enough he couldn’t reach.

 

He was certainly surprised and so was she. ‘I’ll be damned, oh yeah, I already am.’

 

With legs a little wobbly she stood back up anyway, walked to the knife and kicked at it catching it just right sending it sailing across the green picnic area she was passing, which was impressive.

 

‘Whoa, caught that just right’.

 

The guy she’d sucker-punched in a sense and knocked on his ass was still a little stunned, his pride having been very bruised along with all else.

 

‘Who is this bitch… Zena… dike…’

 

She continued on to work, apricots, blueberries and 3 oranges in tow. She didn’t look back. No need. ‘Zena, warrior princess or was I Wonder Woman, interesting I’m wearing gold tinted sandals today, no doubt he thinks I’m a lesbian…

 

This is a start to a helluva day’ she thought, ‘and it’s Friday to boot… does that matter, yeah, Fridays always matter and I’ve two days to think about what just happened. Too much, can’t say you’d ever see that coming, maybe I’ll write something about it, build a story.

 

Who knows, could be a novel’.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Crow Caught The Roach

 

He came back to avenge his love

Both murdered on Devil’s Night

Just married

Tried to be

Guess who

And what do you know

The theme to Supernatural plays

Know that anywhere

But

Morally speaking

Are there morals here

Are souls so lost they can never be saved

Would it take too long

Give them time for more harm than good

Bodies overcome by what they take

Brain fried too far gone

Whatever

Self-righteous shit

Each one earned his fate

I love it when you fight for me

Spend my rage

Make me free again

Let the angel of light’s darkness reign

I wouldn’t mess with him

He’s already dead

You can’t hurt him no more

He’ll get his bearings for his temporary stay

And you’re done

The crow caught the roaches

Yeah

There were more than one

‘Is that gas I smell’

Well the fool stood straight up

To help the flames

 

 

 

 

Curious Things

“I think I’ll give them the extra rinse…” She was thinking sitting there hating when the bathroom rugs had to be washed, they shed so much, an unpleasant surprise she’d discovered. Got into everything, even stuck to the sides of the washer drum. They also slid all over the floor, no backing to speak of to hold them in one spot, one side looped chenille the other soft brushed. What a letdown but the entire order of bathroom items was bought with bonus bucks and year-end discounts that even covered a small part of shipping. They’re useful for now, more pressing things to think about if you want to call them that.

He’d appeared and why she didn’t know but everything has a purpose. Unlike angels or beings in long illuminated robes, he wore a white down jumpsuit with a hood, something someone who worked outside a lot or hunted would wear. In life he’d mowed lawns and she couldn’t remember if he hunted or not. She knew who he was from talking. Oddly or at least this was different, he stood behind off to the side with his back to her going on about something, his deep voice and accent so familiar. It was after that she’d gotten the idea that panned out nicely and from there other things were falling into place. It was a humbling experience that he’d appear to her at all, at least she thought so. “We should be kind to everyone we meet not knowing that we might be entertaining angels”, something like that. “Think I’m ready for coffee though it’s still dark. Maybe I’ll wait for light to break through. As long as the shades are drawn and sunshine isn’t shining, Dracula’s not asleep yet… don’t know if I have the ambition to make coffee. Feel that cool breeze coming in. Huh, that’s getting a little too cold. The 6-cup pot?” Looking outside there was no moon to be seen but the stars were brilliant. “The sky isn’t talking but company’s coming.” She felt the blood run down the back of her throat.

“Almost 5, the sky will be light soon. Should get the towels in the dryer… I’ll take care of them later. Maybe I’ll nod off to Casper…”

Short Of A Six-Pack

 

Not sure what happened but the word document is a different size. How do I get it full screen? Why did it change? I hate it when this happens or maybe I’ll like it better.

 

Coffee’s up. Thank goodness for that.

 

An eerie silence when I first opened the door for that precious cool morning air. There’s nothing to fear from me. Wouldn’t harm a kitten but I will swat a fly. Only an idiot lets flies buzz around. Dirty germ-carrying things. Chirping had stopped, units stopped running, almost deafening straining to hear any sound but it’s over now. Units kicked on, birds chattering again, the smell of coffee fills the apartment, fan’s on low all meaning it was a simple moment of silence or it’s here, whatever it is though I certainly didn’t invite it.

 

Think I’ll pour.

 

Then again I thought because the word document had changed I was somewhere else, that indicated something had happened. Whatever it is says I should write. Am I not supposed to notice? All realms should know how aware I am and the document not covering the entire screen will tell me something. I mean duh. Higher beings indeed! I always said ‘space’ was the distance between two ears and has nothing to do with traveling through galaxies. I’m glad I got that off my chest.

 

Now I am getting up to pour.

 

Yet

The sky too dark

Where is my light

Of course there’s no sun

Too early for that

Navy should become powder

No, not so but clear

By degrees not too soon

Still

Night is over now

The horizon lined orange

Defining the trees

Bold background begins

 

That’s better

 

I glanced up and caught a glimpse of eyes but he closed them quickly so I’d think I am alone. In the hallway, watching. Told you I’m too aware for that. It’s here, but I’ll be cool. Soon enough it’ll be bright. I’ll watch something in the meanwhile pretending I don’t know, didn’t see.

 

Falling asleep as I type. Opened them again catching a glimpse of small white eyes peering at me. It realized I saw and shut them again. Desperate I turn around to find my sky and it’s light enough.

 

I’m safe.

 

Putting ‘The Birdcage’ on now…

 

 

Van Helsing On Deck

 

She felt a sting near the knot tied at her hip. Absentminded she brushed and settled into the chaise and the second sting. “What the…” she brushed again, glanced at her side but it was at her back with another sting. “What…” she sprung sitting up twisted and turned. On the towel was a curled up fuzzy bit of something that’d earned getting brushed off the deck completely. “I come out early before any flying stinging creatures begin buzzing around in a stupor from the heat. Who invited you? How early do I have to get out here” and she settled back one last time. “It better be…”

 

An hour later she came in her body burning dripping sweat. “Shower.” On the way the bits of her lack of swimsuit were peeled and dropped over the hallway fan. “We’ll do this again tomorrow.” The water was adjusted to a hair above lukewarm, she stepped in inhaling relief as her heart rate relaxed from intense heat but at the same time she felt strange, a strange sensation devouring her from the head down like a beak closing over her piercing. She screamed a caw from a raw throat and thought she must be burning, something happened in the apartments, someone was careless, then jumped out grabbing a shirt from the closet in case it were necessary to run outside. The pain wouldn’t stop and she twisted throwing herself through the window and soared. “I’m in the air. How am I in the air…” She opened her eyes gliding above the houses, grounds, trees but staying just below the clouds, the shirt she’d pulled over herself with the big WTF that usually teased cleavage was now full abreast waving in the breeze, her wings spread through the capped sleeves. “How is this possible? This is so cool.” Then she saw him running into an open area. He looked up at her extending a leather clad arm, “come back!”

 

“Who the hell… Ha, I think not. WTF appropriately so…” she pushed like a swimmer would to pick up speed and soared higher feeling something give way inside as his head to his arm were covered in a whitish-brown spatter. “Look what I did” she cackle-cawed. “That’s supposed to be good luck you know.” Something glittered golden in the sun on her claw as she mused WTF strikes again. She lunged for speed and it snapped like a weak thread. Caught in the breeze it turned up revealing a dainty engraved oval. “Plated, wouldn’t you know” shaking it off she flew.

 

“Wonder when this wears off. Can I change when… ? How… ? Oh, that’s right, grilled fresh tuna and cut up a salad… tonight… Guess I’ll find out.”